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Old Country Welcome by Neetu

September 26, 2021 by in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik tagged as , , , ,

The sign is posted
on the porch
I've walked many times
this way before
through seasons warm and cold
but no one appears at the door.

An abandoned house that
says Welcome
must have been somebody's abode—
leaves me guessing who 
might have 
lived in a happy home

in this town where few might wander
unless they've lost their way,
no highways feed into 
these streets, just old Chevy trucks
parked by stacks of hay.

A wind chime blows with 
wind's moody strokes
each time I stroll by,
but the windows seem 
so tightly sealed,
no visitors knock to say hi.

It must have been a place of joy
for some kind-hearted folks
who lived and left
the signpost still hanging
on the porch.

© Neetu Malik


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It’s up to YOU, America by Neetu

August 26, 2021 by in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik tagged as , , , ,

It’s up to You, America

here we stand
not one Nation under God

fragmented under
a heaving flag
weighted down
by broken parts

shredded by knives
with rusted edges
blunted, yet sharp
in grievances

old cracks and ignorance
faulted lines below
the glossy glaze
held together
are now frayed

here we are
back in time
rolling in dismal strife
wondering how we got to this
at a loss for a healing fix

as in all things we have learned
there’s seldom a road to permanence

each generation carves its path
this one’s up to us, America.

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Wireless Connections by Neetu

July 26, 2021 by in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik tagged as , ,

Wireless Connections

She is 
content to be
where she is

between earth and sky
sipping coffee at a black table
in a white-walled cafe
reading a book
but not quite in the pages  her eyes wander to where
people are plugged in
to free Wi-Fi on laptops—
their eyes roam, scan the room
focused and unfocused.

She believes there is 
no presence of time
in her absent life—
hours, minutes, seconds are
insignificant
there is neither before, nor
an after,
to now she is indifferent

she smiles at the woman seated
at the next table
the one with headphones—
she too is absent from the present
she too is here but not here

the smile that passes between them
a single, cordless connection.

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A Mother Learns – 4 Haiku by Neetu

June 26, 2021 by in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik tagged as , , , , ,

A Mother Learns

4 Haiku

  • gossamer  touch,
    mother strokes her newborn–
    feathered beginnings
  • young buds awaken
    sleepy petals shake off dew
    silver mist of dawn
  • roots grow deep
    where we plant seeds of love
    becoming  evergreens
  • each arm a strong branch
    holds up against mighty storms–
    a mother’s instinct

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Gentle Tread of Spring – 4 Haiku

May 26, 2021 by in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik tagged as , , ,

Gentle Tread of Spring

4 Haiku

redbud blooms quietly
as I sleep through last frost
at first blush of dawn

samaras tumble down
faster than I sweep, so I
let them rain on me

cardinal perches,
my heart lifts from winter gloom,
soaring as it soars

wisteria blooms
outside in soft morning light–
my soul company

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